The Sea of Blood receded, and the nauseating stench and tyrannical aura between heaven and earth dissipated along with it.

On the Wilderness, only the corroded and ravaged land remained, along with the Titan Divine City that stood proudly in the ruins, its surroundings still dazzling with blinding lightning.

Outside the city, ten thousand members of the Swamp Divine Race, who had transformed and ascended to 4-star status, stood silently. The powerful aura from their bodies converged into form, heavy as a mountain, reflecting with the surrounding Thunderbolt Power to create a spectacular and peculiar scene.

After the ascension, their 5-meter tall bodies appeared even more robust and formidable, and the War Saber in their hands glimmered with a sharpness that seemed to pierce the void.

After being soaked in the Sea of Blood, the moss inscriptions on their bodies became more profound, with traces of dark red patterns remaining, exuding ferocity.

Inside the Titan Divine City, the King of Thunder Titans—Gregory, watched as the situation returned to calm and exhaled a turbid breath that carried sparks of lightning.

He glanced at the sky where the Sea of Blood had already dissipated, a flicker of coldness in his eyes, then waved his hand.

"Stop now, children, the crisis is averted."

With his deep and authoritative voice, the previously frenzied operation of Thunderbolt Power in the entire Titan Divine City began to slowly calm.

The dozens of Thunder Titans inside the city, who were overstraining their Power of the Soul to maintain the city’s operation, also began to relax one by one.

Many of them staggered a few steps and then directly knelt on the ground due to exhaustion, gasping heavily, their bronze skin exhibiting dim Titan inscriptions.

Exhaustion written all over their faces.

The light of the Thunder Dome softened, eventually turning into fine arcs of electricity that reintegrated with the city’s architectural runes.

The wisp of remnant soul of the Titan God also returned from a state of being ready to awaken, back into slumber.

The war was over.

The sky returned to tranquility, moonlight poured down like water, softening the entire city.

All the surviving Thunder Titans, whether inside or outside the city, now cast complex glances towards the silent and powerful Swamp army outside the city.

They knew very well that if this reinforcement army hadn’t strongly held the situation and blocked the erosion of the Sea of Blood,

even if the Titan Divine City managed to awaken the remnant soul of the Father God and execute the Blood Sea Tyrant today, it would inevitably pay an exceedingly painful price.

The Titans could no longer withstand such torment...

At this moment, above the Titan Divine City, the space rippled and spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, with the dense aura of the swamp and the supreme Divine Power collapsing down like a massive mountain.

The next moment, under the gaze of all Titans and the Swamp Divine Race, a majestic and heroic figure passed through the void, landing slowly within the Titan Divine City.

The figure’s body was woven from vines, but upon closer inspection, it was hard to distinguish.

The face was handsome, eyes deep as the starry sky, seemingly harboring the destruction and birth of worlds.

Standing at the center of the square, without any earth-shattering spectacle, yet all the beings present, including the mighty Thunder Titans, subconsciously felt an overwhelming pressure.

It was a pressure penetrating the soul and coursing through the veins.

Even the Mythical Race could not be immune.

After Lear absorbed a portion of the Golden Rule fragments, his understanding and control over his Authority deepened significantly.

Even just the arrival of a vine body was enough to intimidate all around.

The King of Thunder Titans stepped forward at this moment, then placed his right hand on his chest, as the ruler of the Mythical Race, straightened his back, slowly bent over.

With the most natural posture, he saluted Lear.

"Honored Master of Marshes, I, Gregory, the King of Thunder Titans, on behalf of all Titan citizens, extend the highest esteem and most sincere gratitude to you, the revered Master of Marshes."

His voice was grand and sincere.

"Your aid not only saved the Titan Divine City but also extended the survival of the Titans."

"This kindness, we will remember forever."

All around, the Thunder Titans also bowed with their hands on their chests at this moment.

"Salute to you, Master of Marshes."

The silhouette neat and orderly, grand and solemn.

Betina and the Swamp Divine Race behind her regained their senses at this moment, kneeling on one knee simultaneously to pay respect to their Sovereign.

Lear nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over his army. Seeing that each one of them had ascended to 4-star status, their aura significantly stronger than before, a genuine satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

He then turned his attention to the most robust figure, the King of Thunder Titans.

A slight smile appeared on his face.

"King of Titans, I am pleased to have the opportunity to help the friends of Swamp this time."

"As your neighbors, I hope in the future, the Swamp can support and aid Titans."

He did not take credit; his simple words changed the nature of this assistance, making it no longer a mere employment relationship.

Gregory’s eyes lit up, and he was delighted with Lear’s friendly attitude.

Having such a powerful force willing to directly send troops for assistance as an ally can never be a bad thing.

"No matter what, we should be thanking you."

As he said this, he turned to look behind him.

"Bring the Titan’s Heart."

As soon as the words fell, ten Thunder Titans immediately turned around into the massive building in the center of the square, towering over a hundred meters.

In no time, they returned.

Each of them carefully held an energy orb constructed from Thunderbolt Power.

Inside the orb, a head-sized heart, entirely azure and resembling a heart carved from the purest crystal, floated.

The surface of these hearts was covered with intricate lightning patterns and pulsed rhythmically.